Chapter 9 Couples Could Be Messy

• "You ever think about what happens when you finally cross the line?" Ethan asked, casual as he leaned against the wall of the studio as I prepared for my next session. His eyes were dark, probing, like testing the waters in a game he wasn't sure he wanted to play.
• I snorted, yanking my hair into a high ponytail, letting tension settle in my shoulders, like armor. "I crossed that line a long time ago, Ethan. Now I'm just finding out how far I can go before I lose myself."
• He cocked his head, his mouth curling into a smirk as he watched me. "And today's experiment?"
• New territory," I said, reaching for a bottle of scented oil, my fingers wrapping tightly around the cool glass. "A couple. They want someone to guide them through their... fantasies."
• His eyebrows shot up, genuinely impressed. "That's new, even for you.
• I shrugged, trying to play it cool, like I wasn't a little nervous. Couples could be messy, complicated. But the money was good, and the thrill-fuck, the thrill was unbeatable. "They think they need a mediator, someone to help them explore the things they're too scared to admit to each other.
• "Or too scared to admit it to themselves," Ethan said, pushing off the wall and stepping closer. His warm breath danced along my neck and I shivered. "Be cautious, Jasmine. People are unpredictable when they're desperate to hide who they really are."
• I turned back, my smirk matching his. "So am I."
• By the time I entered, the couple-Dan and Heather-were already waiting in the private suite. They were an attractive couple, middle thirties with an air of nervous excitement radiating off them in waves. Heather was petite with fiery red hair and wide, curious eyes, while Dan had that kind of rugged charm which spoke volumes of boardrooms and golf courses.
• "Hi, I'm Jasmine," I greeted them, making sure my voice was warm but professional. "I understand you want to push some boundaries today?"
• Heather looked over at Dan and her cheeks colored soft pink. "We've been married for ten years and have always talked about trying some new things, experimenting. We just never knew quite how to go about it."
• Dan squeezed her hand, his eyes locked to mine with an intensity that made my pulse quicken. "We want to try something different. Something that makes us feel alive again."
• "Good," I said, stepping closer, letting my fingers trail lightly over Heather's arm. She shivered under my touch, and I could see the way her breath hitched, her lips parting slightly. "I'm here to help you both find that spark.
• I gestured to the plush bed in the middle of the room, the low light casting soft shadows on the silk sheets. Dan sat first, pulling Heather into his lap, his hands roaming over her body as if he was finding every curve anew. I watched, studying how they moved together-hesitant, yet eager.
• "Do you trust each other?" I asked, positioning myself beside them, my voice low and sultry.
• Heather nodded, her gaze locked on Dan's as she whispered out, "Yes."
• "Good," I said, my hands moving to unbutton Dan's shirt, exposing the hard planes of his chest. "Then let's see just how much."
• Dan leaned back, his breath catching, as I straddled his lap, my fingers digging into his shoulders. Heather watched, her pupils dilating as her tongue darted out to wet her lips. I took her hand, guiding it down to where Dan was already straining against his pants, her fingers brushing over the fabric.
• "You set the pace," I whispered to Heather, my voice husky as my lips brushed her ear. "You decide how far we go."
• She nibbled her lip and then glanced into the space between Dan and me before giving a nod of resolution. Her hand moved with more conviction now, unbuckling Dan's belt and stripping it off in one fluid motion. Dan groaned-his eyes turning darker-and Heather grew braver driven by my words of encouragement.
• "Fuck, this is so hot," Heather breathed. In a voice that managed to convey just the right balance between nerves and exhilaration, she leaned in, her lips pressing into Dan's in a deep kiss as her body arched into his while I ran my hands over her thighs, pulling her closer.
• My fingers trailed under Heather's dress to find her wet and ready. I slipped a finger inside her, and she gasped. Dan's grip on her hips tightened, his breathing ragged as he watched us. "You like that?" I asked, teasing Heather's clit with slow, deliberate strokes.
• "Yes," she whimpered, hips grinding against my hand. Dan was staring at her face, entranced by every moan, every shudder.
• "Now him," I said, pulling my hand back and bringing Heather's down to wrap around Dan's cock. She touched him tentatively at first, then with more and more confidence as she stroked him slowly, her motions the same cadence as I had set. Dan's groans echoed through the room, blending with Heather's soft whimpers.
• I kissed Heather then, tasting the sweet desperate need on her lips, feeling her melt into me as she continued to pleasure Dan. Like some conductor of symphony of lust, every gasp and every touch culminated in a climax that left the three of us breathless.
• Heather's head fell back, her eyes closing as she lost herself in the sensations. I reached up, tangling my fingers in her hair, pulling gently to expose the curve of her neck. Dan's hands roamed over both of us, his grip firm, possessive, and I could feel the tension coiling tighter, ready to snap.
• "Fuck, Jasmine," Dan groaned, his hips bucking into Heather's hand as I moved down, taking him into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the tip. He let out a strangled moan, his fingers tangling in my hair as Heather leaned in, kissing him fiercely, her hand still working his length in tandem with my movements.
• The moans, gasps, the slick slide of skin to skin filled the room. I pulled back, my lips glistening, and looked up at Dan-his eyes had gone glassy with lust. "You want more?" I asked, my voice low and husky.
• "Fuck yes," he panted, and I knew we'd only just begun to scratch the surface of their desires.
• When it was over, Heather lay curled against Dan's chest, her breaths still uneven, her body glistening with sweat. I stood, adjusting my dress, the familiar rush of satisfaction mingling with the heady thrill of what we'd just done.
• I can feel their hot gazes on my back, the depth of their unspoken thanks weighing heavy on me. But as the door clicked shut behind me, a tiny flicker of doubt wormed its way into my mind. How far could I push before I was the one getting burned?